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There is some kind of jazzy fizz flow in enjambment,

taking the tetrameter and teasing it a bit further,

 

like this surge and flutter as the pink Coral Quince

has turned now pale; the iris and the lilac purple up again.

 

When we lull the listener to an upright position by positioning

the mixed metaphor just so, like let's see the Bard himself say,

 

"It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night as a rich jewel,

a beauty so ripe I might need to scoot around like a dog on the rug!'

 

And then we get to prance about, the verse held high with dithyrams,

with sacred simpers about gods and godettes, about fertile Dionysus!

 

If ever the tongue did lift in sweet anticipation of tangling up,

try alliteration as an allusion to allegory and alienation alms. Lalala!

 

Methinks metonymy is so rife with such freedom to point the finger,

talk a sailor to an old salt, a fascist to a brown shirt, sufi, a drunk.

 

Oh great I say, let's be really sharp and stupid all at once, so we say,

we say things like oxymorons, like I take this water and set it aflame!

 

I Am, I Am, oh how often we all spout out this little wanna be claim!

I like Iamb alot better, Iamb an imabic foot of accenting soul shapes.

 

Is this volume too dictionarified, to cacaphonic a wail for some ears?

Bite off a bit of this hiss of this bleeding heart, a blind demand! Rrr.

 

I can onomatopoeia with the hardiest lot of shushers, of sizzle-zappers!

We got off the beaten track somewhere and fell into words tumbling us.

 

Giving it up and giving in we just fall like a twang, a lilt, a drawl.

Sweet syncopation; just change the flow of God, we were always running.

 

Words, verse, rhymes, all this silly Love-talk is nothing but wisps

of I, fragrant laughter just settling like fog and ash inside your Mind

 

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hi Mazie,

 

I love to onomatopoeia in the snow. Yikes, winter is almost over, I'd

better get cracking!

 

Love, Mark

ps actually, I think I AM cracking... (up) (at the joy of your

outpourings...)

 

 

, "Mazie Lane" <sraddha54@h...> wrote:

> There is some kind of jazzy fizz flow in enjambment,

> taking the tetrameter and teasing it a bit further,

>

> like this surge and flutter as the pink Coral Quince

> has turned now pale; the iris and the lilac purple up again.

>

> When we lull the listener to an upright position by positioning

> the mixed metaphor just so, like let's see the Bard himself say,

>

> "It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night as a rich jewel,

> a beauty so ripe I might need to scoot around like a dog on the

rug!'

>

> And then we get to prance about, the verse held high with dithyrams,

> with sacred simpers about gods and godettes, about fertile Dionysus!

>

> If ever the tongue did lift in sweet anticipation of tangling up,

> try alliteration as an allusion to allegory and alienation alms.

Lalala!

>

> Methinks metonymy is so rife with such freedom to point the finger,

> talk a sailor to an old salt, a fascist to a brown shirt, sufi, a

drunk.

>

> Oh great I say, let's be really sharp and stupid all at once, so we

say,

> we say things like oxymorons, like I take this water and set it

aflame!

>

> I Am, I Am, oh how often we all spout out this little wanna be

claim!

> I like Iamb alot better, Iamb an imabic foot of accenting soul

shapes.

>

> Is this volume too dictionarified, to cacaphonic a wail for some

ears?

> Bite off a bit of this hiss of this bleeding heart, a blind demand!

Rrr.

>

> I can onomatopoeia with the hardiest lot of shushers, of

sizzle-zappers!

> We got off the beaten track somewhere and fell into words tumbling

us.

>

> Giving it up and giving in we just fall like a twang, a lilt, a

drawl.

> Sweet syncopation; just change the flow of God, we were always

running.

>

> Words, verse, rhymes, all this silly Love-talk is nothing but wisps

> of I, fragrant laughter just settling like fog and ash inside your

Mind

>

>

> Love,

> Mazie

>

_______________

> Join the world's largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail.

> http://www.hotmail.com

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